I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
She has the piece that holds it al… What was revealed to her came slow… When it all comes together, it’s l… When it all falls apart, it’s dead… One little lie can tear a family a…
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
